Chapter 1

Susannah Augustine

I stood in the church, feeling the anticipation.

It was full of all their worshipers, the young people paired up as husband and wife when they joined my brother-husband’s cult. They understood he was the chosen one to be followed to bring about the change into the world. The Angel Nisha had announced this to me months and months ago.

She had been such a beautiful angel and so delicious to devour.

Others were here, all devoted followers of Zach. The Mayor of Tacoma and her husband, the Sheriff and his two daughter-lovers, the District Attorney and his wife, all the maids, Detective Carson and her wife Judge Bittal, the Executive of Pierce County and his toy, and lastly the High Priestess and her husband. It was their church. My parents were here, of course, as were Sable, Moira, and Mrs. Black. I trembled, so glad that we were all united to bring about something magical.

The orgy would be coming soon.

Mrs. Black was being readied. She was in the middle of the worship hall, a magic circle around her. Moira moved around her, making sure everything was perfect. Mrs. Black’s new daughter was in another room to be aged up to adulthood so she could be returned to Charles.

The energy would flow through the mother and into the child.

It was complicated, but Mrs. Black’s daughter she made with her son had the soul of Charles’s dead mother inhabiting it. She was coming back to life in this strange way; she just needed a body that was an adult. So we would do this massive ritual involving so much sex. An orgy that would reshape things. It would suck for Mrs. Swartzenburg to be stuck in a baby’s body with the mind of an adult.

Arms hugged me from behind. Breast pressed into my back along with leather. A corset. The hands boldly cupped my large tits and squeezed. I shuddered at the fingernails biting painfully into my boobs. It made me shiver.

“Mmm,” purred Sable as we watched Moira moving about. My half-sister was heavily pregnant. Her dyed-purple hair swayed around her shoulders. She scurried about, bending over. Her rump was quite a cute sight. “Isn’t she delicious pregnant?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered.

Sable released my tit and slid her hand down my stomach. When Zach didn’t need me to be his wife, he allowed Sable to be my Mistress. It was part of the deal they reached. She would be his faithful servant, his spymaster, so long as she could dominate me.

I enjoyed it so much.

“You’ll be so hot pregnant,” cooed Sable, her hands stroking over my stomach.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I groaned. “I cannot wait to have Zach’s baby.”

“Just have to wait for you to be officially married,” said Sable, her hand moving lower. She slid over my shaved pubic mound and found the lips of my pussy. She massaged them. I groaned as she stroked up and down my snatch. “Yes, yes, your pussy will be bred that very night. He won’t resist.”

“No, Mistress,” I whimpered, shuddering at her touch.

“I’m going to enjoy you during the orgy,” cooed Sable.

“Please, please, Mistress,” I moaned, her fingers finding my clit. She stroked it delicately.

“In fact ... I can’t wait.” She licked my ear. “Eat me out while we wait on Charles’s arrival.”

“Yes, Mistress!” I squealed as she released me.

I spun around, my big tits slapping into her side. I dropped to my knees, my pierced nipples sliding down her belly. I came face to face with her pussy. The tart aroma filled my nose. Her waxed folds dripped. She stared down at me, her green eyes serious, her red hair pulled back into a tight bun. The corset lifted her round breasts into two quivering mounds.

She was so strong.

So powerful.

I felt overwhelmed just staring up at her. I shuddered and leaned forward. I buried my face into her pussy and tongued her. I licked at her cunt with passion. I stroked through her tangy folds, feasting at her. She gripped a handful of my blonde hair, forcing me to devour her.

Rain drummed loudly on the roof of the church. I shuddered, feasting on her with everything that I had. I tongued her cunt. I lapped through her folds. It was so amazing to feast on her like this. I stroked my tongue through her petals, lapping at her.

She gasped as I did that.

“Oh, you dirty slut!” she groaned. “You pussy-licking little lezzie-whore!”

“Yes, Mistress!” I moaned into her cunt.

“You’re just a cunt-munching skank!” she moaned, arching her back. She ground her pussy on my lips. “That’s what you are!”

“I am!” I moaned.

I tongued her cunt with such passion.

I licked through her folds with all that I had, enjoying this moment so much. I stroked through her petals. I lapped at her with all that I had. She shuddered as I did that. I feasted on her with so much passion. It was so delicious to devour her.

I lapped through her folds, feasting on her for all that I could. It was a beautiful thing to do to her. I groaned, lapping at her. I was so eager to pleasure her. I loved the taste of her pussy so much. She was so yummy.